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WARNING: These stories contain graphic language, sexual actions
between M/F and F/F, as well as violence, illegal substance abuse,
immorality, and illegal activity.  If any of the above offend you,
please do not read this story.  All stories are copyright.

These stories are two parts fact, one part fiction.  Some names and
places have been changed, and a few events are slightly embellished or
different (usually cause I don't remember exact words spoken), but
everything is pretty close to a real situation.  If you recognize
yourself in this story though, it probably isn't you!

Please forward comments/requests to:  RKraft99@yahoo.com


Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 1
By Robert Kraft


	About one month after I started work at Axiom, the production
department assitant left us.  It was a clean break, so suddenly we
were looking for a replacement.  After about 2 weeks of a temp filling
in, we hired Winona.  I was immediately attracted to her.  She was
interested in language, and seeing that I was Spanish, she took to
calling me Roberto, which after all is my given name.  
She had a glint of mischief in her eye all the time.  Her memos were
always funny, and her desk always had some new dance music emanating
from it.  She was young and spritely, maybe mid-twenties.  A hair
younger than myself, perhaps.  She had an elegant air about her as
well, too.
We didn't know each other too well, since I worked nights on 3 out of
the 5 days, and usually I was locked in the design room working.  But
we hit it off quickly, with lunch times shared and chat during breaks.
 We shared water breaks since she didn't drink coffee either.
After a few weeks a position as assistant editor at the company was
opening, and I urged her to apply.  She was hesitant at first, but it
was closer to what she wanted to do.  But she also liked what she was
doing as the production assistant.  She said she would go for it.
Two days later, I heard a knock on the design studio door.
"Come in!"
"It's locked."  It was Winona.
"Sorry."  I got up, and opened the door.  "I lock it because I don't
like interruptions.'
"Oh, I can come back la-"
"No, that's not what I meant.  It's mainly for those tours that Buxley
gives all the time.  These big suits come in and want to check out our
design setup, and they spend over an hour here and shit."
"That sucks.  Are you really busy now?"
	There was a hint of excitement and nervousness in her voice.
	"Not really.  This damn computer is crashing again.  What is it?"
	"I got the job!"
	"Really?!  That's awesome!  I guess you are taking it then."
	"Yeah.  Actually, I'm going to keep the other job too, for a few
weeks, maybe a month, until I figure out which one I like best."
	"Damn, how are you gonna do that?"
	"I worked out a deal, that I'll work 27 hours a week in each
position.  So It looks like I'll be spending a lot of time here."
	"How are you gonna work it out?  I mean, are you gonna work every day
of the week?  That would suck."
	"Well, yeah, but I think I'll probably work the production side from
like 9 to 3, and then do editing at night and on weekends."
	I started feeling a little horny.  I worked nights too, and now I
wouldn't be alone.
	I busted out of a moment of grand daydreaming.  " So…Um…What…does
Buxley say about it?" I managed to get out.
	"He actually suggested it.  He likes what I'm doing in production
enough and says that I'm a pretty fast worker, so he said if you try
both for a bit, you can see which you're better at and then we'll look
for someone to replace which ever position you leave.  He said for a
few weeks of even a month they can do just fine with reduced hours at
each post."
	"Well, that's a hell of a compliment coming from him."
	"You should know," she smiled.
	"What does that mean," I said, a bit slyly.
	"I've just heard that you are one of the hottest graphic designers
they've seen in years."
	"Well I don't know about that…" I said, modestly.
	"Well I do," she said.  For a second, I thought she gave me a wink,
but she was already turning around and leaving.  Did she look down my
body for a second there?
	"See you later, Roberto."  She was just about to close the door, when
she popped her head back in, and said, "We should celebrate."
	Another moment of grand daydreaming followed.  "Uh, yeah - I mean,
yeah!  That would be cool.  What are you doing tonight?"
	"Celebrating, I guess," she said, and left.



END OF PART 1


Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 2



	To say the least, I was pretty excited.  As soon as she left, I
called up Don at Pomeroy, one of the nicer restaurants in town.  I
made a reservation for 8 p.m.  My shift went till 10 tonight, but I
could come in on the weekend to make up the time.  This was worth it. 
I was still going over our conversation, and that last bit was a
little confusing.  She was probably just being playful and didn't
really mean anything by it.  Although I was hoping otherwise.
	I worked for a bit longer; I didn't want to seem impatient.  Around
4, I walked over to her desk.  She was on the phone.  She made a face,
like the caller was long winded.  It was probably one of the suits.
She was sitting at her desk stright-forward, and she had a cream
colored silky blouse on, somewhat opened at the top.  Open enough that
I could see where the curve of her breasts left her chest.  I knew she
had a skirt on, quite short, and was wearing no stockings.  Bare legs
are a great turn on for me, so I guess it was good that I could not
see them under her desk.  I usually try not to look at people's bodies
when we are talking, I don't like putting them in an uncomfortable
position.  So in the design room, I had only caught a few peripheral
glimpses of her body in this outfit.
I waited a few minutes, discreetly staring at her blouse.  Since she
was on the phone, I felt alright about some direct glances at her
chest, when she wasn't looking, of course.  She gave me a pen and pad.
 I wrote "Pomeroy, 8 p.m.?" on it.  "Great" she mouthed, and gave me a
big warm smile.  I smiled back.  I was going to wait to figure out the
details, but Buxley came out of the conference room and I didn't want
to look idle.  I headed back to my office.  
	I tried to get some work done, but it was pretty hard.  What the hell
was wrong with me?  All I could think about was tonight.  Around 5:30,
I decided to leave.  I wasn't getting anything done, and with the damn
computer acting up, I didn't want to get in a foul mood.
	I needed to find out where Winona lived to pick her up, so I ventured
back to her desk.  She was on the phone still, maybe even with the
same person.  There were copious notes and diagrams drawn on her pad. 
I looked a little closer.  There were some good drawings in there.  I
was impressed.  She looked up and smiled at me, and then made that
face again.  I stole a few more glances down her blouse.
	"O.K. Jim, this sounds great…  Good working with you too…  Bye."
	She finally hung up.
	"Damn that was long!" she said.
	"Who was that?"
	"Jim Loman, graphic director of Boswell.  He wanted to have us work
on some ideas for the First Merit Bank complex."
	"You mean the new-"
	"Yeah.  Pretty cool, ain't it?"
	"Yeah.  Who are they giving it to?"
	"They haven't said yet, but your name is on the table, along with
Matt's."
	"Whoa, that's a big deal, why would they give that to us?  We are
only 2 months old here."
	"Well, Buxley has said you guys are working well as a team, maybe he
wants to see what you can do with the big time shit."
	"Well, whatever happens."  Actually I was pretty excited about this
job, but a quick glance at Winona quickly erased any further thoughts
of the job.
	"So, where do you live?  So I can pick you up, I mean."
	"East side.  Off of Inverness Road, near the Fountain?"
	"Yeah, I know that area.  That's right near the restaurant.  Have you
ever been there?"
	"No, silly, I've only been in town for a few weeks."
	" Oh right.  Maybe you had seen it though.  It's on Inverness, a bit
north of you."
	"Nope."  She paused.  "What… kind of restaurant is it?"
	"It's a nice place, semi-formal, I guess you would say. I'm wearing a
suit."
	"I'd like to see that," she said, with a grin.
	"I guess you will, if you give me your address."
	She wrote it down.  
	"You know," she said, in a lower voice, "I never really thanked you
for supporting me in trying for this second position.  I thought it
was gonna be really hard to come here to a new city, no friends, no
relatives, and a high paced job.  But so far I've actually had a great
time."
	"Well I'm glad to hear that," I smiled.
	"And now, I have a new position, and all the benefits that come with
that, so thanks for supporting me."  She then blurted out, "Alright,
enough of that mushy shit."
Winona pushed back her chair, rolling back into the space behind her
desk.  Her short skirt was riding quite high.  I found myself staring
at her legs for a second.  She uncrossed them and got up, and I
thought I had a brief view of black panties.  And black is my favorite
color for that.  My rod started to grow a bit.
She turned away from me and started to collect a few things in her
bag.  I openly stared at her ass and legs.  She was about 5'7", I
gauged.   Her shoes probably contributed an inch or two of that,
though.  I openly stared for a few more seconds.  Her butt was
wiggling a bit as she packed her papers and things.  It almost looked
like she might be doing it intentionally.
Then she dropped a stack of papers, and they loosely scattered at her
feet.  I froze for a second, and then hurried to help.  She was
already kneeling down, her skirt moving precariously high.  I held my
breath and avoided looking at her legs as I knelt down beside and
helped.
"Oh, thanks.  Sometimes I drop stuff by mistake."
"Me too," I said, because I didn't know what else to say.
	"Uh, what is your phone number, just in case I can't find your
place?" I asked, trying to find something to divert my attention from
her gams.
	"I wrote it on the paper already.  Can't you read, Roberto?" she said
jokingly.  "How are you going to order from the menu then?"
	"Ha ha."  I let out a laugh, and stood up, handing her what I had
picked up.  She randomly added them to her pile and then stuffed them
in her bag.  "I'll deal with that crap later!" she said as she started
to leave.
	"What time will you pick me up, Roberto?" she asked, from the door.
	"How 'bout 8?"
	"Isn't the reservation for 8?"
	"Yeah, but the place, it's like right there.  We'll be fashionably
late that way."  We both laughed.
	



END OF PART 2



Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 3


	As soon as she was gone, I rounded up my things, and headed out. 
Once home, I hit the shower.  It was already 6:30, and it was a good
30 minutes to her place.  I put on my dark blue suit, leaving the vest
behind, since it was a warm September night.  I picked out my coolest
tie, with small bright flowers on it.  I called Don and asked him for
a good table.  Of course, it wouldn't be a problem.  I also told him
to open up an '85 Lynch-Bages, which I knew would be a hell of a wine,
and to put a bottle of Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame Vintage 1988 on
ice.  No problem.
	"I hope you like wine, Winona,' I said to myself, as I fixed my tie
in the mirror.
	At 7:15, I was heading out the door.  I drove over to Joe's Flowers.
	"Joe, how are you?"  I said as I entered.
	"Hey, Roberto, how you been?" he said in his Italian accent.
	"Good, man, good.  I need some flowers."
	"You looking pretty sharp, you got a lady friend tonight?"
	"Maybe so.  I mean, I hope so at least."
	"Well, looking at you, I say you got a good chance with her, Roberto."
	"We'll see.  What do you have that's nice, but a bit modest?"
	" Modest, why not go all out?  The girls, they love that."
	"I know Joe, but I barely know her."
	"O.K.  Let see.  How about these here?"
	"Well, how about something a little more wild, but still delicate?"
	"Ahhh…"  He thought for a second.  He went into the back.  "Gimme a
few minutes," he called.
	I picked out a card.  Congratulations on your job.  From Roberto.
	I ripped it up and took a new one.  I'm happy for your new horizons-
	Scrap that one, that's stupid.  "Maybe no card," I thought to myself.
	Joe came back with an arrangement.  It was exactly what I wanted. 
Small, modest, but refined, beautiful, and a bit wild.
	"That," I said, "is perfect.  Can you put it on my account?"
	"Hey, forgedaboudit!"
	"O.K., thanks man.  I need to run."
	I pulled up in front of 245 Woodhollow Lane at 7:59.  "Perfect." I
said out loud.  I looked at the house.  It was big.  At least for a
single woman it was big.  But this was it, number 245 was clearly
marked on each side of the drive by elegant wood carvings.  It was a
nice house actually, I noticed more and more.
	I drove up the drive.  Winona's car was in the drive in front of the
closed two car garage.  I parked next to her and got out.  I knocked
with the big brass Bacchus knocker on the heavy wood door.  A few
seconds later, Winona opened the door.
	"Wow!" I said.  "You look stunning."
	She was in a long black evening dress, with a beautiful neckline that
showed some great cleavage.  Her blonde hair was nicely done up, and
she had some beautiful pearls on.  Her hazel eyes were radiant.  I
stared for a full two seconds before she interupted me:
	"You look pretty good yourself!"
	"Thanks.  Are those for me," she asked shyly.
	"Yes.  These are for you," I said, handing her the flowers, which the
sight of her had made me forget.
	"They are beautiful.  I've never seen a selection like this before. 
Do you want to come in while I put these in water?"
	"Sure."  I walked into a beautiful entryway.  "This is a beautiful
house!"
	"It's my Great Aunt's.  She died a few years ago."
	"I'm sorry."
	"It's O.K.  We were pretty close, since my parents died when I was
young."
"God, that's terrible.  I'm really sorry."
"Well, I never knew my parents, unfortunately.  But it's O.K.  We are
celebratng tonight."
"Did your Aunt design this house?"
"Yeah.  How did you know?" she looked back at me as she arranged the
flowers.
"It has a very personal feeling to the design, like whoever designed
it was going to live here."
"Yeah, she was a great designer.  I learned some skills from her."
"Do you live here alone?"
"Yeah.  She never married, and the only surviving relatives she had
were my sister and me.  She left all she had to us."
"Wow.  That was generous.  You have a sister?"
"Yeah.  She's on the West Coast doing some acting.  She lives in one
of my Aunt's other houses."
"One of…?" I asked.
"Yeah.  She was loaded.  She had family money, and she also worked on
some big projects that through investments turned into millions.  I'm
not even sure how much she has."
"Wow.  I don't know what to say."
"She actually wanted me and Monique, my sister, to make a living, so
she gave us all her physical property, like her houses and land, and
heirlooms and collections, but no money.  She made sure all taxes and
house payments were covered and that, but we would have to work to
make our everyday money."
"I wish I had it that tough." I joked.
"It's not that easy.  She might have left us things, but without a
family it doesn't mean very much."
"I know.  Or I guess I don't know really.  I'm sorry."
"Hey, don't worry about it.  I didn't invite you in to get you down
about my life.  Besides, it is not that bad anyways.  I am pretty free
to concentrate on my work this way."
"That's true, I guess."
"There." She turned and showed me her arrangement.  As she turned I
noticed the long slit up her dress, briefly showing me an expanse of
bare leg.  My penis twitched.  The slit closed up again, leaving me
with that instant peek.
"That's beautiful," I said, not sure myself which I was commenting on.
	"O.K., let's go, we are late!"
	I offered my arm, which she took, and we headed out the front door.




END OF PART 3


Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 4



	I opened the door to my car for her.  As she got in, her dress parted
again, and I caught a look of her creamy inner thigh.  Bare inner
thigh.  I had to wrench my eyes away.  I closed the door and got in my
side.  Her slit was open a bit, showing some knee and lower thigh.  I
looked with all the peripheral vision I could grab.  I imagined my
hand laying on that thigh, and then slowly creeping up under the dress-
	"So is Pomeroy a French restaurant?" she asked.
	"Yeah.  It's pretty good, I think you'll like it… Uh, do you like
wine?"
	"Actually, I love wine.  That's one of the things my Aunt instilled
in me.  She made me try every wine at the table, and make comments,
and she had me catalogue her wine cellar."
	"Really, that's great!"
	"Sort of.  I mean, I learned a lot.  Her collection was mostly all
red wines, about 4000 wines in total, so catalo-"
	"4000!?!  Wow, did she sell them?"
	"No.  She said she would give them to me, but I couldn't sell them. 
I could only drink them or give them away as gifts to people who would
appreciate them.  She actually insisted."
	"So you have them now?"
	"Yup.  I have about 1500 at the house here, and the rest are in a
cellar in California.  She was very much into buying California wines
in the last few years before she died.  Her preference had been reds
from France, in particular Bordeaux.  Fifty percent of her collection
is probably French.  But she also had a large selection of California
wines towards the end there."
	"Wow.  That is something."  My collection of 500 or so bottles seemed
pretty wussy all of the sudden.  I was thinking about all those wines,
who knew what treasures where buried in those cellars.
	"Well, here we are."  I pulled in to drive.  The valet opened the
door for Winona.  I watched delicately as her dress repeatedly
revealed and concealed parts of her toned legs.  I caught the valet
looking too.
	"G-Good evening Mr. Kraft."  He stammered.
	"Good evening Reg.  Nice night, isn't it?"
	"Yes sir," he said smartly.
	We went inside.
	"I guess you come here often." Winona said.
	"Yeah, I frequent this joint occasionally."
	Don came up, met us, and guided us to our table.  Don came through
for me, it was the best table there, in front of the bay window over
looking the stream, with the sunset sky visible through the willow
trees.  Candles decorated each table, and the atmosphere was a touch
above the usual great setting at Pomeroy.  Our champagne was ready. 
Already a waiter was opening it as we were being seated.
	"This is quite a place.  I didn't imagine something this fancy just
to celebrate a new job position."
	"Nonsense," I said.  " This is only fitting for you.  I'm celebrating
too."
	"What's that?"
	"A new friend.  To your new position," I toasted.
	She took her glass.  "And to our new friendship."  I thought I caught
another wink, but the light was dim.  I couldn't tell.  We drank.
	"Mmmmm…  Excellent."  She intoned.
	"Veuve Clicquot, 1988," I said.
	"Yes, an excellent year for champagne."
	"Indeed," I said, and smiled.  She was indeed a connoisseur. 
	"What... are you looking at?" she asked gently.
	"You."
	"What about me."
	"You are very beautiful."
	"Thank you for the compliment, Roberto."
	"Shall we see the menu?"
	"Let's, I'm starving!" she said, and definitely winked at me.



END OF PART 4




Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 5

	After dinner, which was spectacular, we had a dessert, accompanied by
a Sauternes.
	"You know," said Winona after we were finished and had sat for a
while, "One of the great things about French food is that it is so
tasty, yet it doesn't fill you up."  She was smiling into my eyes.
	"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."
	"This meal was absolutely fantastic," she said, as she sipped the
last of her wine.  It was about 10:45.  We had dined for two and a
half hours, and drank one bottle of champagne, one bottle of wine, and
a glass each of Sauternes.  I was not drunk, but feeling it a bit, and
judging from Winona's shiny eyes, she was feeling it a little.
	"I'm glad you liked it.  Are you ready to go?"
	"Sure."
	I stood up, and Don signaled to several waiters, who scattered off in
different directions.  He came over, and upon making sure everything
was satisfactory, accompanied us to the door.  Our car was waiting,
and Don offered a small bag, probably of chocolates, to Winona.  She
took them graciously, giving old Don a kiss on the cheek.  That
probably made his day.
	"Did you pay?" asked Winona, as we pulled away.
	"No.  Don's an old friend of my family's.  We have an agreement, if
you will."
	"Wow.  That's pretty cool.  So you can eat there free anytime you
want?  That must cost Don a lot.  That Lynch-Bages we drank was at
least a 95 dollar bottle.  Sorry, maybe I'm out of place here," she
laughed.
	"Of course not.  You are right.  It is about that much.  But I don't
eat there for free, really.  I'll tell you about it some other time. 
How are you feeling?"
	"A little buzzed, but great really."
	I pulled into her driveway, and got out to open the door for her.  I
offered my hand, and helped her out.  I openly stared at her thigh as
it made it's appearance to me again.  My dick started moving again.
	We walked up to her door.  She found her keys, and opened the lock.
	"Do you want to come in?"
	"Uh, sure."
	I followed her in.
	"Are you in the mood for more wine?"
	"Um, sure, I guess."
	"Let me show you my Aunt's wine cellar."
	"Yeah, that would be great!"  I had forgotten the wine cellar.
	"It's kind of dusty though.  I wouldn't want your suit to get ruined."
	"That's O.K., this suit has been through a lot, a little dust won't
hurt it."
	"It's a lot of dust, actually."
	"O.K., then a lot of dust won't hurt it then."  We laughed.
	"Alright, but I need to change; this is my favorite dress."  She
started up the steps.
	"Mine too." I said, mostly to myself, but she heard it.
	"And why is that, Roberto?" she said, turning about halfway up.
	"Uh, it looks good on you."
	"Yeah?  I sometimes think the slit is a little high.  What do you
think?"
	"N-No, not at all, actually."  My collar was getting warm.  "I think
it is fine."
	"Well, you are the expert," she said mischievously. 
	"Say what?!"
	"You were looking at it all night!"  And she smiled, turned,  and
walked up the steps, swinging her hips a bit more than she would
normally.  From down here, the slit opened to show just a bit of leg
on every other step.  I loosened my tie a bit.
	I went into the lush living room and sat down.  I was feeling the
wine a bit.
	"Roberto!!" I heard a call from upstairs.
	"Yeah?"  I was a bit worried.
	"Come up here, I need your help."
	Once again a stirring in my trousers.  "Coming" was all I could say.
	I walked up the stairs, and headed to the right, where she had gone.
	"No, over here, silly!" she said behind me.
	In the back of my mind - no, the front of my mind, I was thinking I
would turn and see her there in a sexy piece of lingerie, or hell,
even nude.  But that was a daydream of mine, and when I turned, she
was still in her dress.  Her hair was loose and down, to about her
shoulders.  Which was still just fine, believe you me.
	"I need help unzipping this thing.  I can't reach."
	"Sure, no problem."
	She turned around, and I drew up.  She bowed her head and pulled up
her hair, revealing her delicate neck.  How I wanted to kiss that
tender piece of skin right then and there.  I slowly pulled down the
black zipper.  It reached down to the small of her back.  As I opened
it, the two sides parted ever so slightly, revealing some of her back.
 I expected to see a bra about halfway down the zipper's voyage, but
there was none.  Thousands of images flashed through my head.  As I
reached the end of the zipper's travels, I slowwed just a bit, trying
to prolong the event as much as possible.  Alas, I reached the end.  I
peeked down and caught a glimpse of a black panty.  It was too quick
and dark a glance to tell, but I could have sworn it was a thong.  My
rod, which had been rising inversly to the zipper's fall, was rock
hard.  It was but an inch from her ass.  Just a few thin pieces of
fabric separating those two body parts.  I let go of the zipper and
stepped back.  I wiped a light sweat from my brow.
	"There you are."
	"Thank you, Roberto.  I'll be right down."
	She walked, without turning, into her room at the end of the hall.  I
watched for a second.  She still had her back to me, and she pulled
the dress forward, revealing her back.  She pulled a sleeve off; I
stood glued to the spot.  She pulled another sleeve off.  She started
to turn.
	I quickly ducked back, and headed downstairs.
	I sat on the couch again, and reviewed the night's events so far.  
	"Are you ready?"
	I looked up.  Winona had come down.  She was in a white strapped
T-top, through which I could make out a dark bra, some sandals, and a
short denim wraparound skirt.  I thought that it was not necessarily
what I would have chosen for a trip to a dusty cellar, but here I was
in a suit, and who cared! She looked great.
	"I just put on whatever."
	"O.K.  Le's go.  Lead the way," I said.
	She smiled and led me through the dining room, kitchen and out the
back door.  There was a warm night breeze blowing.  I looked at the
backs of her legs intently as we walked. They were a creamy tan,
toned, round, with thin ankles, and perfect knees.  Her thighs were
shaped nicely.  They were a great set of legs, for sure.
	The breeze pickup up the flaps of her skirt from time to time, and
though it was dark, it revealed a little more leg.  
	We arrived at a stone shed.  She opened the door and put on the
light.  There were some stairs leading down underground into the cellar.
	"After you," she said.
	We descended into the wine cellar.



END OF PART 5

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